The Quill of Samantha Grace Newcastle

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  • Lamb of God

    Don’t call Him gentle like that’s the whole story.Don’t shrink Him down to something safe enough to hang on a necklace and forget.“Lamb of God”was never meant to comfort you. It was meant to confront you. Because in the world that phrase was born into, lambs didn’t live in storybooks; they died on altars.Warm bodies,… Read more

  • in heavenly places

    God, who is rich in mercy, because of His great love for us, did not leave mankind in a fallen and helpless condition. Even when we were spiritually dead, without strength, without hope, and unable to come to Him:God intervened.Man, dead in trespasses and sins, had no ability to restore himself, no power to change… Read more

  • That example…..

    God created us to live in fellowship, to love and help one another. Yet human strength is fleeting, and true security cannot rest in people alone. Jesus Christ stands as our eternal refuge; steadfast, sufficient, and faithful through every moment. Even so, we are not meant to walk alone. People still need people, for God… Read more

  • No condemnation….

    Justification is the act where a holy, just God declares a believing sinner righteous not because of their goodness but because of Christ’s finished work on the cross.It means God cancels the guilt of your sin and credits you with Christ’s perfect righteousness so before Him you are treated as not guilty.This declaration happens the… Read more

  • Wednesday works

    My belief and idea of a Wednesday crucifixion might not be the mainstream view among some New Testament scholars, yet as a theologian and scholar myself, I say it deserves a fair look. Folks who hold this view lean hard on the plain wording of Matthew 12:40, where Jesus said He’d be “three days and… Read more

  • Easter, or any other day, is great!

    I don’t recall Jesus Christ ever telling anyone, not even Judas; that He couldn’t visit because of a picture on the wall, the color of their walls or maybe because they had friends who weren’t Christian….or that He couldn’t visit or heal them or pray for them due to the  negativity of their attitude(pains of… Read more

  • grandmother’s garden

    In the garden of my grandmother’s house, magnolias bloomed like whispers. their petals soft as secrets shared, fragrant memories drifting on warm breezes, shadows of afternoons spent in laughter.   Azaleas, bright as a child’s laughter, their bold hues painting the air, each blossom a promise of joy, cuttings planted with threads of love, each… Read more

  • mother’s prayers

    In the quiet corners of a dim-lit room, I sit, marooned in shadows of yesterday, where once her voice, a soothing balm, wrapped around me like a soft embrace, now echoes faintly now just a whisper lost in the wind Mother’s prayers, frayed threads of hope, float like autumn leaves, now drifting far from the… Read more

  • not cold at all

    Life ends, and you are here, on the mortician’s table, a quiet witness to the journey’s close, not lonely, not cold Rather, a sanctuary of care, where the breaths of the living hush into reverence; We gather, a unity of hands, young and old, each fingertip a thread of warmth, each heartbeat a whisper As… Read more

  • 2026 Vs yesteryear

    Human nature doesn’t change, but expressions do: Selfishness isn’t new, it’s baked into fallen humanity (Romans 3:23, Jeremiah 17:9). My parents and grandparents’ era had its own struggles, but community norms and fewer distractions made Christ like behavior more visible and reinforced. Now, with less external pressure to act generously, the default can lean to… Read more

  • I know somebody, who knows somebody

    “Then he went down, and dipped himself seven times in Jordan, according to the saying of the man of God: and his flesh came again like the flesh of a little child, and he was clean.” (2 Kings 5:14, Webster) In verse 3 same chapter this young maiden was saying ” I know somebody, who… Read more

  • Tell His disciples; and Peter

    “So when they had dined, Jesus saith to Simon Peter, Simon son of Jonas, lovest thou me more than these? He saith to him, Yes, Lord: thou knowest that I love thee. He saith to him, Feed my lambs. He saith to him again the second time, Simon son of Jonas, lovest thou me? He… Read more

  • 40 years ago

    Long ago on a cold February afternoon, forty years now past; he spoke her name in a promise, a loving vow wrapped in the scent of truth and eternity At times she sits, wandering through old photographs,remembering their two young faces, moments frozen forever The days now are alive with the pitter-patter of children’s feet,… Read more

  • It works

    “Then said he to me, These waters issue out towards the east country, and go down into the desert, and go into the sea: which being brought forth into the sea, the waters shall be healed.” (Ezekiel 47:8)The idea of the River is to bring life to the “desert,” as the Holy Spirit Alone through… Read more

  • the axe and the heart

    my heart is growing teeth sharp and jagged, chewing and gnawing at what was once tender and now the bitterness of years gone by is no better than cold coffee the axe head came to my forest and I was oblivious because the handle was wooden, and I never paid attention to the whispers of… Read more

  • Deserving of…

    In the front yard where daisies argue with dandelions her laughter is drawing circles in the air catching the wind’s secrets and each smile creates peace that only the wild knows There’s a tree casting shade, it’s bark a patchwork of stories,cracks and knots whispering tales of storms as the reminder that her life is… Read more

  • oh the lilacs

    the lilacs still cling to the corners of my mind,a ghost of my lovely childhood in my grandmother’s kitchen,where laughter simmered along with blackeyed peas and ham and fresh biscuits I remember her hands kneading dough while the rain tapped like pellets against the window; now their dining room sits with empty chairs,their silence shows… Read more

  • What’s wrong with me

    all I wanted was a family;  a tableset for Two to Four where laughter reigned as King, and smiles and hugs were found every dayinstead, silence was birthed: what’s wrong with me? I sift through photographs of my childhood looking at all the faces smiling, yet they are now long gone and only like ghosts… Read more

  • webbed dust

    dust collects on the edges of memories living room walls grayed with outlines of what was,photographs hang in webbed silence each face frozen in a laugh that no longer resounds Their love as a vase cracked, yet still holding water,the stems of our shared days with petals dry, dead on the floor, they dropped only… Read more

  • like a tree planted by the water

    my dance is not over just on pause daily my gravity pulls my world from beneath my feet as my heart races to catch a ghost,a shadow of someone I used to be: POTS my new internal roommate My bedroom tilts and twists on its axis, furniture shifts, the familiar becomes a mountain much like… Read more

  • what she sees

    I want to be known,not just seen, I desire to peel away the layers that guard my heart I want to be wanted,to gather love like fallen leaves, holding it in my hands or falling into it with a smile I stand,with arms crossed tight,deflecting warmth like a shield,fearing the truth of love from anyone… Read more

  • 23 December 2025

    In the busyness of a winter morning where the breath of pregnancy hangs  in the air; two souls plus one find their selves whisked away to Winnipeg Then, as life outside pauses, awaiting the moment that bends time,the door swings open,and in rushes Thea,a bundle of light, the newest addition for Adison and Janina They… Read more

  • the essence of growing up

    Inside my rib cage lies a grave marked with 6 names and on the ground surrounding it are the remnants of a boy lost in memories and dreams,starved of life, breath fading; lost beneath what could have been This boy, that I the old man am, are one in the same: He often does not… Read more

  • Christmas: more than you see

    In the colored lights glowing in December,the the scent of pine in wreaths and trees here I sit sifting through boxes of memories Shining, sparkling ornaments like ghosts,hanging heavy and each a fragment of laughter,a whisper now muffled,lost between carols and the weight of absence I remember the way they used to smile,how their laughter… Read more